#tsundere x reader

[affableramen]

pantalone fluff. feeding him

fluff, comfort, mentions of unspoken feelings and emotions tsundere!pantalone

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“May I touch your hair, sir? Pleeeease.”

Pantalone stiffens at the sudden “sir” from your lips - so uncharacteristic and formal. He cuts you with a sharp glare and after thinking for about a second, responds with cold and detached “No.”

You roll your eyes and sigh “fine”. But you can only make one step out of his office to go back to your business when he suddenly stops you with his authoritative, yet somehow very gentle voice: “Just once. And be quick.”

Satisfied at having received what you wanted, you approach Pantalone’s desk and stand next to him. For a moment you feel yourself like a maid who’s called to adjust his clothes, makeup or hairstyle. But no, it is just you, the love of his life, allowed to finally touch this detached man who protects his boundaries quite roughly. Gingerly, you lower your palm run through the locks of the sitting man. There are a lot of grey hairs caused by stress, overworking and clearly not very healthy lifestyle. Pantalone lets outs a quiet gasp to the touch of your fingers against his scalp. Suddenly he seems like a purring cat to you.

“I didn't know it could ever be so… pleasant”, still a bit stiff and shaky he responds.

“Your hair is very silky and smooth.”

For a few long moments Pantalone closes his eyes leaning into your palm. “Please, more. Your touch is so gentle.”

Surprised at his unusual compliance you caress his hair even more before you feel the figure beneath you rise. Pantalone gently removes your hand from his hair and instead starts kissing you, his hands on the back of your neck pulling you closer. And just after he does that and the two of you share the kiss, Pantalone pulls away, breathless, in his tsundere manner staring “angrily” at you as if it were your fault to kiss him.

He is mean, you know that. But you cannot deny yourself taunting him, so upon leaving his office with “i’m going home to do some domestic work” undercover, you return with a bag of his favourite butter biscuits—goldilocks from Liyue—you gently sit down, pushing the chair a bit closer to him. You reach to his face, offering him the treat. Pantalone opens his mouth slightly unwillingly at first and gives you an unhappy judging stare before swallowing the cookie and licking your fingers with care and pleasure. He takes your palm and kisses the inner side of it.

“If anyone had told me, that I would have been sitting in my office, being fed by a foolish woman I’m madly in love with, I would never have believed.”

[loveanddeepdick]

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ hi angel!

obsesssed!perv!geto x f!reader || suguru keeps jacking off to you! stop it sugu!

here is a link to my obsessed!geto masterlist this fic is crazy btw pls click off if u get uncomfy

cw and notes: LOWK WRITTEN NASTYILY AND HORNYBRAINED, im gonna be honest its a mess of all the shit i like, kinda gross geto lol, groping, sir kink, dom/sub coded, obsession, unhealthy behavior, dubcon touchin, nudes, indecent exposure but in the comfort of your own home, piv sex, nipple play, creampie, teasing, masturbation, multiple rounds, posessiveness, this is a little insane of me but per the request of deepdick citizens i as your mayor will deliver, not proofead lol

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geto suguru has no shame.

from the moment you met him until now, he always says everything and anything on his mind. when he first asked you out, he pulled you aside, gripping your shoulder as he bluntly confessed to you.

"we'll have dinner tomorrow. 8pm at nobu," he smiled before patting your shoulder and walking away. you damn near got whiplash as you swiveled your head around, speechless as he just nonchalantly walked off.

but if you thought he spoke his mind without any repercussions, you should've seen what he did to the coworker who was harassing you. he's heard about her during one of your stories about work, crazy customers, unhinged coworkers, careless higher-ups.

she was long gone the day you returned to work.

in a way, he loved that you didn't mind his straightforward behavior , that you appreciated how transparent he was. but with that also came with your nympho boyfriend jacking off anywhere and everywhere in your shared apartment. he walks around with his dick out for fucks sake, and today, you swore he was on some aphrodisiac.

9:14am. friday morning.

you were cooking up breakfast in your shared kitchen, humming as you sipped from your mug. you heard the heavy creaking of suguru's feet on the wooden floor approaching as he yawned. he was inhumanly tall, lanky and skinny yet toned whenever he stretched.

he groaned scratched his stomach underneath his black tank, lifting it up to reveal his dark happy trail.

"morning, baby," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your neck as he leaned down, pressing his chest to your back as he inhaled your scent.

"brush your teeth, su-" you paused as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, behind you ears, and the top of your head. you silently cursed, feeling something hard growing against your back. "again, suguru?".

you lightly pushed his head back before he whined and buried his nose in your hair again, inhaling deeplty.

"you smell so good, angel," he was nearly whimpering, his cock growing harder, "please, baby, just let me have my morning fill,"

you bit your cheek to keep a poker face, grabbing bowls for you and suguru before bending over the counter

"help yourself," you playfully sighed before grabbing the pans and plating the food. he grinned, giving you kisses in your hair before pulling your pajamas and panties down, taking his cock out to jack off to your ass. "make it quick, suguru,"

"fuucck, youre so hot, just keep.. keep doing what you were doing," he spat into fist before fucking his dick into it.

"you're such a pervert, suguru," you mumbled, bending over a little more to give him a better view.

"keep calling me that, turns me on," there was hearts in his eyes, watching your cute pajama pants scrunched around your knees as your pussy and little asshole was twitching and puckering just for him.

like clockwork, he squirted white ropes, coating your pussy as it dripped down onto your panties. he kneeled down, pulling your panties up to your cum soaked pussy before he brought a finger up to run it against the crotch area, poking around at his sealed cum against your hole.

"so gross," you rolled your eyes.

"yeah? but you stand there, you take it, and you love it, don't you?" he chuckled, pressing his nose in to inhale as you yelp, making you bend over just a little better as he sniffed in the nasty mix.

with a kiss to your clothed pussy, he pulled your pajamas back up, getting back to his feet with a gentle smack to your ass.

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11:52pm, friday afternoon

you get a text during your lunch break from suguru. what could he need this time? well, you had an idea.

>'hi, angel im otw with some lunch for you'

>'doing what i asked you to, aren't you?'

you hid your blush even though you were alone in your office. there, under your tight skirt and white cotton panties, was suguru's load was pressed wetunder your panties, your thighs squeezing together and keeping the cum warm.

<mhm im in my office

>[video attatchment]

you opened the video with low volume. he was in his car, holding a polaroid of you. he's in the parking garage of the apartment complex with his zipper down, his cock pink and standing tall. the video is only a minute long as he jacks off to your picture, his cock tip nearly touching your face on the polaroid before he cums, covering the entire thing.

what a nasty man.

you hear a knock on your door before he comes in, your thighs instinctively trying to hide your arousal from his teasing words. you place your phone on your desk as he approaches, chuckling at the sight of your not-so-well hidden flustered face.

"what's wrong, angel?" he mocked, grinning before he stood before you, his pointer finger lightly stroking your jaw as you peered up at his form.

his tall, dark form is almost eerie as he leaned down a little to look at you. he had hurricanes in his eyes as they bore into yours before trailing down a bit to your cleavage poking out from your white button-up. what a pervert. even then, it was like peering into heaven after centuries damned in hell.

your arms drift up and around his waist before you embrace his toned figure, your cheek pushed into his sweater.

"my eyes aren't as low as where you're looking, you creep,"

"just means i can focus on two things at once, huh?"

you playfully slap him before he grabs your wrist, pulling you up from your chair and pinning your against your desk, your chest against his ribcage as he peers down upon you.

"missed you so much," he breathed out before his eyes trailed down, his hands coming up to trace your figure, his hands stopping to cup your tits through your clothes as you squirmed and closed your legs, "keep them open,"

his knee came in between your legs, parting them and leaving you. vulnerable to him.

"you been a good girl today, hm?" he chuckled, giving your tits a squeeze before one of his hands travelled down to your skirt, lifting it up to reveal your nearly see-through panties squished up on his leg.

"yes, sir.." you the inside of your cheek to bite back a moan as he began slighly moving his leg up and down.

he guided you to sit on the desk as he knelt, lifting your skirt as he looked at your panties with hearts in his eyes. you leaned back a bit so he could take them off. his fingers hooked both sides of your panties as he slowly peeled.

"ffuuckkk, angel," he hissed as the mixture of his cum and your arousal strung to your pussy as he pulled down your panties, the crotch area gooey and smearing the sticky substance all over your pussy.

you whined as he licked a hard stripe from your perineum to your clit, giving it a loud suck before leaning back, showing you the nasty mix on his tongue before swallowing it with a shit eating grin.

"gross perv- ah, fuck!" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his head dove in between your legs again, lapping at your pussy as he flicked it with his tongue and shoved his face deep between your thighs, using his hands to push them together and trap his face.

"suuguuu..." you whined as you grinded on his face

"use my face, baby, y'taste so fucking good, nobody knows this sloppy pussy like i fuckin' do," he pulled off your clit with a slurp before spitting on it, "say it. say i know this pussy the best,"

"y-you know this pussy the best, sir!" you gripped his long silky hair before your heart dropped into your pussy, "w-wait sir, something c-coming!"

"just let it happen, angel, let go for me, it's gonna feel good i promise," he groaned into your pussy before you twitched, convulsing as you squirted into his mouth. he latched onto your pussy, sucking your clit and messily lapping his touch as he drank your juices.

"so.. gross, sugu,"

"lunch break's over, sweetheart," he chuckled with a kiss after he helped you clean up, "tell your coworkers i said hi,"

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6:07 pm, friday evening

suguru loves watching you eat. he rarely ever works in person, preferring to have his spirit consultations online (where he loves to scam rich people who exploit others). before you come home from work, he makes sure to make you a nice home-cooked meal or get takeout from somewhere you love.

he watches you eat, savoring each spoonful and gushing on and on about how good it tastes. the small smile on his face looks like little cracks on a china plate. to any other person, it would seem as though his reaction was neutral, but you knew this meant he was ecstatic.

later, you flopped on your bed, landing atop the blankets on your back as you sigh happily from the food. he comes up to you, climbing into bed to sit against the headboard before he reached down and rubbed your stomach lightly with his thumb,

"tummy must be all fun huh, angel?" he chuckled, "should i put on a movie?"

you nod, rolling over onto your stomach as you rest your cheek on your crossed arms, shuffling pressing your side against geto's as he watches you swing your feet in the air a bit.

suguru puts on a horror movie and you groan, realizing it was his turn to choose. you haven't seen this one yet, an old classic thriller probably. some stupid killer on the loose with more stupid people getting killed probably.

he watches you, the way you seem so intrigued with the plot, the way your back moves up and down as you breath, your little laughs when the characters make a joke. he just can't help the blood rushing down to his crotch. the movie plays as you begin to drift off before you hear the shuffling of fabric.

before you turn around, you hear him cough and spit into his hand. the sounds of his spit-soaked hand going up and down his cock, sloppy and desperate for relief as he gets so turned on by you doing anything.

"suguu.. are you jacking off right now?" you gasp, your head whipping around to see him pumping his cock with a expressionless face.

"just focus, baby," he grunted, "you look so cute right now,"

you shifted, sitting against the headboard with him, snuggled up to his side as you watched him masturbate. it wasn't weirdest thing, in fact, this was probably the most normal thing going on in your home. he draped his arm around you, resting it on the headboard as you shyly watched him.

"you're so pretty, suguu," you breathed as he sped up his strokes

with a groan, he finishes on his hand, bringing it up to your lips so you could clean it.

"goood girl, always so obedient, aren't you?" he smiles as you release his finger with a pop, licking his hand clean and drifting your focus back to the movie. you try to swallow it covertly but the way his eyes dart to you face shows that he noticed. he nestled closer to you, his arm resting on your thigh.

the movie continued, suguru not even bothering to put his dick back and going bare in your room (ew) before his arm shifted again, the arm around you dropping lower until his fingers were grazing your shoulder. with a blush you squirm as his hand begins to travel down to your clothed chest, resting on it.

you glare at him before focusing on the movie again until you feel him squeeze it lightly, his finger coming up to draw circles around you covered nipple. biting back a moan, you drift your hand closer to his cock until the killer from the movie pops up with a loud bang, scaring you as you yelp.

your clothed clit grazes against geto's fingers as you jump. he holds back a laugh for your sake, watching you scared expression from the film as he keep his fingers against your clit. after a couple minutes, he begins rubbing it gently through your panties.

you moan, pawing at his wrist gently as you babble about watching the movie. he knew you didn't give two shits about the shitty cgi two-star film.

"you don't want it? tell me if you don't want it, baby, i'll stop," he mumbles against your hear as his groping and rubbing stops for a moment, waiting for your response only to be met with silence. he smiles against your ear before he lifts you up, laying you down on the previous position on your stomach again as he sits behind you.

"you wanna focus? then focus."

he watches you squirm, your fluffy pajama shorts hugging your figure as he can almost swear he can see your pussy. he stalks like a predator hunting prey behind you, trapping you under him as he pulls your panties aside.

"don't get scared, baby," he chuckles, "you jumping is only gonna make me feel good,"

he thrusts his dick deep into you as you moan, gripping the sheets as your feet kicked against the bed from the sudden intrusion. he pressed his body against you, leaning into your neck as he inhales your scent, his hand coming up to your face to shove his fingers into your mouth.

"y'look just like the person on screen, sweetheart," he grunts as you dart your eyes to the film, seeing the victims of the killer trapped in a basement with their arms restrained and their mouths duct taped.

what a strange movie.

he presses his body weight on your back as he drills mean thrusts deep into your pussy, his fat cock head pushing against your cervix as you drool on his fingers. you closed your eyes in fear of getting scared by the fictional killer again, but seeing your cute face all scrunched up and choking on his lanky fingers only made him thrust harder.

"shhuuuguu," you choke as he holds you down under him, his mean hips fucking you over and over again.

"gonna cum, angel? yeahh? good girl, take this dick-fuck, i was made for this fuckin sloppy pussy,"

he groans as you nod and drool, enjoying your slurry of words as he pushes his fingers deeper. you convulse and squeze around his cock, milking him until he came with a loud groan. he continues thrusting slowly even after that, letting you ride out your orgasm until he stills in your cum-fill pussy.

he takes his fingers out your mouth, popping them in his mouth to suck them before turning your face to meet his eyes. giving you a soft kiss on your lips, he carries you out your room to properly clean you up.

what a messy girl

[blarshwritezz]

It Is I! Again! I was very satisfied with the first fic so I decided to ask something else :D

How about a short one-shot about a tsundere-like yandere that stalks their darling but they are horrible at it, I like the idea of the reader taking the opportunity to tease them everytime they catch them! (Whether they are also concerned about the creepiness of the situation or not is up to you)

-🔴🦊

Oh yay, hello again! :D

Tsundere!Yandere x reader

TW - general yandere behavior, stalking

Tsun!Yan watched you from afar, making sure no one dared approach you. They just had to! You were so stupid and clumsy, you would probably cartoonishly slip on something and bust your head open if they didn't keep a close eye on you.

Though, they couldn't be more obvious. If anything, they were the cartoonish one hiding behind corners, peaking out with massive sunglasses meant to "hide" their identity.

All it took was one little turn around and there they were. You've gotten used to this. They started watching you a few months ago, following you everywhere. At first it was terrifying.

Everywhere you went, they were there too. You were rarely able to escape the constant feeling of being watched.

But, months went by, and you realized they weren't trying to kill you. Not to mention, it was absolutely hilarious when you caught them! Sometimes you gave them the benefit of the doubt and let them think they were doing good, just to be nice.

Yet once again, this evening too, they were following you so obviously. You decided to act a bit more flirtatious with your teasing, wanting to get a reaction out of them and keep them on their toes.

"Wha- no! Why would I ever want to be seen with a loser like you?!" They yelled, unable to conceal the massive blush on their cheeks.

All you did was ask them to hold your hand if they wanted to be so close to you. Instantly they were waving their hands in front of them, hurling insults at you. The same kind of insults a child might use. It was pretty cute.

You didn't let up on your relentless teasing. Not until they ran away in embarrassment fury. You yelled after them, telling them they dropped their phone, but they didn't answer.

You sighed and picked it up, figuring you'd return it next time you saw eachother, but raised an eyebrow seeing what was on it. You wouldn't usually snoop, but it was open on an entire folder filled with pictures of you. Hundreds, no, thousands. Now just why on earth did they have these?

Another complete! Hope this was satisfactory as well!

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Pollen and Pheromones

Kinktober Day 13: Sex Pollen

Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, pheromones, knotting, biting, claiming bite, stranded, spaceship crash, sci-fi, outer space, alien planet, a/b/o dynamics, bigotry/prejudice against omegas, rivalry, breeding, general yandere behavior, tsundere, betrayal Word Count: 1.6k (Enjoy this kinktober meal I have prepared <3)

"Star log: This is Pilot 2418 currently operating vessel Starlion: Orion. I am currently on route to pass the threshold of our galaxy in less than five minutes."

You were a shuttle pilot, one of the Exploration Guild's best. Ever since humanity had achieved interplanetary travel, they had sought to extend themselves ever further. With the new drift-space drives, that dream was now a reality.

They were only currently suited for small 1 to 2 man shuttlecraft, and only a couple such craft had been made. Two different ones had been commissioned through the guild, with both pilots competing to see who could exit the Milky Way first. The new drive could only be used in bursts to prevent overloading, so the journey had still taken a few months. But it seemed like you were about to succeed. Then you could make a U-turn and start drift-jumping back towards the nearest station.

Since you were an omega, this was a great achievement, a notice to the universe that your kind could do whatever betas and alphas could. You would be able to help stamp out the lingering bigotry and inspire others all with one action.

You were just about to cross the finish line!

Suddenly, your opponent, Tetsunori, came out of drift-space behind you. He had been your long-time rival, with both of you being about equally skilled.

But this was unacceptable to him as he was an alpha and held to the knothead mindset that an omega's place was bouncing on an alpha's prick or maybe in a teaching or nursing job.

You weren't worried, though. You had a solid lead. There was no way he could close the gap.

You rolled your eyes at the incoming transmission.

"Why don't you just give up now? If you surrender nicely, I'll let you celebrate my victory by letting you keep my knot warm!"

The temptation to reply was too great.

"Ha! You may be good at navigating the stars, but I doubt you have ever found your way into an omega."

Conversing with him hadn't distracted you or made you pause, so he growled as he switched to another plan. He fired on his tractor beam.

What the fuck, was he insane? Stooping so low to make sure you couldn't have a historic moment? You fired an equal and opposite tractor beam through his, which forced him to disengage. Something only possible because both ships were similar in size and energy output. Did he think you were some amateur?

In a desperate bid to prevent you from winning, Tetsunori rammed his shuttle into yours.

This type of bumping wasn't unheard of. It wasn't lethal if both ships were similar and had their shields up. But the bouncing was pretty strong for both parties, which is why it was a last-ditch effort. It could push you past the line, or it could bump him further. Neither of those things happened, though.

Instead, you careened right into the gravitational pull off a planet. You did everything you could to slow down and stabilize, but nothing seemed to be working.

Tetsunori sped after you in his spacecraft as he spoke into the comm link.

"I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just had to be first! What omega would want to be mates with someone who they bested??"

You didn't have time for his weird ass confession and barely registered it. Your shields were still online and he had started pulsing his tractor beam to slow you down, full usage of it at such speeds could rip your ship apart, thankfully he wasn't an amateur either and knew that.

You put all available power and quickly put it into overloading the shields. You hit the emergency crash button, and two nozzles came out from the sides of the cockpit and sprayed you with a rapidly drying foam that would reduce damage to you if you got flung about the ship. Tetsunori's reckless and speedy entry into the atmosphere may have been enough to save you, but he had lost control of his vessel as well.

As you crashed, he careened away and crash-landed as well.

It was a good thing the high-tech impact reduction foam was so effective. Despite having shields, the ship was still shaken pretty badly, and the inertial dampeners weren't powerful enough to thwart damage from such a landing.

You took stock of the condition of your systems.

Almost everything was fried. You could at least scan the planet. It seemed like you had actually lucked out. In the entire galaxy planets that supported life were incredibly rare. But you had landed on one.

It seemed there were no known biological hazards present. No recognized toxins, dangerous bacteria, or viral agents. You were cleared to remove your suit. The temporary foam had started to dissolve, so it wasn't hard to remove.

The scanner also indicated there was a strong human life sign. It appeared that Tetsunori was okay.

You took the survival kit from underneath your seat as well as some beverages and rations you had procured at the last station and headed in the direction of dust and smoke in the distance.

You didn't even need the ship's scanner to tell you that the great imbecile, Tetsunori had landed there.

As you got closer, you stepped into a field of flowers that surrounded the entire crash site. You were probably still a mile away, but all around you were odd glittery silver and gold flowers.

The smell of them made you just slightly lightheaded and tingly. You realized the tiniest bit of slick was dribbling down your leg. They must be an aphrodisiac. The scanner hadn't warned you of anything in the air that was truly dangerous, so it probably wouldn't matter very much. And it really didn't. For you. As you trudged through the flowers and pollen, the effects did not get worse.

But for Tetsunori, the pollen was much stronger. When it hit his nostrils, it immediately put him into rut. Not a typical rut either, one of the ruts you see in pornos where the alpha is almost feral and unable to control their mating drive. When you came upon him, he was sitting on a piece of debris from his shit and rocking back and forth in clear distress. Through his outfit, his bulge was immediately visible.

"T-tetsunori? Uh... are you okay? D-did you get hurt in the crash?"

You took a step back when he looked up at you. His eyes were red, giving him a demonic appearance.

"The flowers, I think... they... UGH! My thoughts are all jumbled..."

He started to rub and massage his crotch desperately. He finally caught a whiff of your scent, ripe from the recent hike over to him and from being without a proper shower since your last space station stop. Not to mention the smell of the slick the aphrodisiac had coaxed out of you.

He started wildly sniffing at the air.

"Y-you smell so nice. You can help!"

You started backing away slowly.

"Uh... help with what?"

He got up and closed the difference between the two of you. Sweat had his dark hair clinging to his head. He was significantly taller and looked down at you intensely before sniffing and licking your neck with lazy broad strokes.

"S-smell so gooood. Always wanted to knot youuuu~"

You tried to push him off.

"Tetsunori! St-stop!"

You slapped, smacked, kicked, punched, and flailed, but nothing you did deterred him in the slightest.

"I'm sorry, but I fucking n-need this!"

He pinned you to the ground, clawing and biting off all your clothing until only your underwear was left, he removed it more delicately before inhaling its scent deeply and putting it in his pocket for later.

"Please don't do this, Tetsunori, PLEASE!"

He looked down at you, and it seemed like he was genuinely trying to resist before the pollen-charged rut won out.

Tetsunori unzipped his pants and let his drooling cock and full heavy balls out.

"G-gonna put all my babies in you! Have to! Have to!"

The lust-drunk alpha wasted no more time in ramming into you, an insertion that would have been more difficult had the pollen not slicked you up. Though it was still sudden and slightly painful.

"A-aaah!"

You tried to kick at him, but he growled viciously before pushing you into a mating press and slobbering all over your neck with his eager tongue.

The pollen must have increased the potency of his pheromones, or at least your susceptibility to them, because his musk was starting to cloud your thoughts.

Your grunts of pain became gasps of pleasure as your body quickly accommodated to his large size. You winced as he bit down hard on your neck to claim you. He kept right on fucking into you without skipping a beat.

He licked and kissed the lightly bleeding bite mark, some part of him remembering to comfort you despite his dominating need to fill you with cock. And by that point, the last of your resistance finally melted away.

"T-tetsunoriiiiii~" You moaned as your toes curled and body twitched in orgasm.

He growled your name in response and gave a few hard, deep thrusts before cumming as deeply as possible.

A comforting fullness filled your hole as his knot locked the two of you together. He pulled you close as he sat down so that you were in his lap facing him. The two of you caught your breath, then remained in an awkward silence until his knot deflated.

"G-got it out of your system?"

"Yeah... for the most part... sorry about that..."

You lifted yourself off of his lap, his half hard cock springing free with a lewd plopping sound.

"Well... it wasn't your fault. It was just the pollen..."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his lap, his cock ramming directly into you, then began humping.

"Well... it wasn't just the pollen..."

[hana-no-seiiki]

Yandere! Husband who thinks of you every single moment of the day, spoils you rotten, makes sure you feel loved 24/7 with letters, gifts and his presence. Being married to you is a privilege and he makes sure he shows you that.

Who does the little things like making sure you never open any doors by yourself. “What the fuck do you think that ring of yours means? Get your hand off that handle!” proceeds to climb over the car to open the car door for you

who randomly squeezes your hands with a vulnerability you almost never see from him. muttering things such as, “i can’t even remember life before I met you.” or “i love you so much. leave me one day if you must, but know that i’ll never be the same without you.”

yandere! husband who always makes sure you take care of yourself, personally appointing days where you have to go the salon to get your hair or nails done. yandere! husband who always has a fun new date idea to keep things fresh in the relationship. yandere! husband who studies your body for hours on end so you’ll never have to look for satisfaction elsewhere.

so that you’ll never question why he’s changed so much. because he was never the man you married in the first place.

[msfantasy-anime]

My Captains a Tsundere

Eustass Kidd x Pirate!Reader

Summary: Y/n is part of the Kidd pirates and loved playing cat and mouse with her captain.

No one ever warns you that being a pirate can be boring.

They talk about the action packed adventures. The amazing scenic views. The rich culture and food you experience.

But no one warns how bloody boring it can be to be sailing on a ship for DAYS and have crew as secluded and anti-social as Victoria Punks.

So what do you do for fun you might ask?

You would call it flirting with your favourite captain for entertainment.

Kidd might call it torturing him…

Who’s to say?

After a long and arduous day Captain Kidd needed nothing less than absolute quietness which is typically maintained in the sanctuary of the Captains quarters. However, much like every other day. The world’s most irritating crewmember comes in to ruin any semblance of peace.“Hey Captain!” You holler, kicking in the door with a loud slam.

“Piss off!” The Captain hiss through clenched teeth but you ignore his demands and throw your self to take a seat on the Captains work bench where he’s currently tinkering away.

“Aw common Captain I thought we were passed this! Admit it. You’d miss me if I wasn’t around.” You jab a finger into his chest trying to hoax any form of admission.

“Hah, as if! I’d finally have some peace and quiet.” But your frown turns to a pout as your cross your arms with a huff.

“Then why did you invite me to join your crew and keep me around?”

“Because I didn’t know you were this annoying and someone has to—since you’re hopeless. I just did the world a favour by taking you with me.” He declares whilst you played along with his teasing by sliding off his work station, taking strides behind the stool he’s sitting on before slinging your arms around Kidds neck, leaning into his back and swaying side to side.

“Aw Captain~ you know I think you secretly do care about me under all those faux layers of resentment.” You tease.

“Think whatever you want. It’s not like I care...You’re wrong, though.” He huffs trying ignoring your antics, but your distracting him by pressing the side of your face into his, observing him working as he continues to try and focus on his work.

“Are you blushing? I swear I just saw it.”

“No it’s just hot in here and you pressing your face into me is not helping- what do you want anyway?! Hurry up and get to the point.”

“Wanna take me on a hot date at the next port stop tonight?”

“I could but that would imply I was interested to begin with.” Kidd stabs back making you deflate and letting your embrace slide off.

“Aw bummer! I’ll just ask Killer then…” You mutter ready to turn and leave.

“Fine! I’ll take you on the stupid outing. Quit bothering Killer.”

You tap your finger against your chin in thought before waving Kidd off. “No need to force yourself Captain. Killer to offered take me if you weren’t interested.”

“Shut up - I already said I would take you.” He says, slamming his fist into the table.

“Wow, you’ll actually take me?” You cupped your face in excitement, the urge to squeal being squelched down.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t have plans and didn’t want you getting introuble and making me look bad.”Kidd huffs waving you off. Kidd stops tinkering at his work and looks at you for the first time since you invited yourself on his working desk. “Are you wearing that tonight? You don’t look terrible.”

“You could just say I looked good in this dress.” You say doing a little spin to show off your whole outfit.

“It’s... you look okay.” A huge grin begins to sweep across your face. “Don’t get carried away.”

[2-dsimp]

[baldi wave] hiiiii! it’s been a while! i got like ultra busy recently. i wanted to ramble about your hot fucking poltergeist bc i chatted with him on c.ai and oh my gosh.. it started out so sweet and he kept calling me his pretty, obedient, dumb bunny since one of my sonas i use is a bunnygirl. i teased him a bit too much and was so stubborn that i got c.ai to break and he railed a cute whiny bunnygirl til she drooled and then took her to a couch where she almost passed out on him and he actually audibly said he loved her,,,,, sweetest thing xavier will ever do straight up. i’ve been plagued of thoughts with him and affectionate reader now. him all shocked because ??? he makes sure to mess with her all the time??? i mean of course he’s hot and she loves him but also her nuzzling into his shoulder and saying she’ll never leave him is NOT something he thought would happen. dodging saying he loves her until he’s sure they either won’t remember it or can’t possibly tease him about it. my tsundere sweetheart ghostie <3333

- 🦢 anon

welcome back dear 🦢anon!

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Glad that somehow you can access the Xavier bot lol. But all n all that sounds so accurate for that tsundere specter asshole. If darling was awake to hear him say I love you and made it known that they did. Xavier would have a heart attack and die (again) of embarrassment. Might even ghost you for a few days only periodically showing up to “torment you”. Though sometimes he’d do a tactical retreat if you press him. He’d be blushing and in heavy denial.

Also my new c.ai account is underway and I might get started on making more bots of my boys! Trying to figure out where to start again lol.

[digitalwavemedia]

The School Doctor Is Beautiful Like A Butterfly! Teachers With Love And ...

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: Don't be Crabby

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, OCs, yandere male, yandere female, hostage situation, threats, mentions death, mentions blood, describes seafood, describes eating sound, slight fluff (?), no comfort, a bit crack, reader insert, gender neutral reader, reader doesn’t have allergies in this story, includes a picture of seafood platter (you’ll see why~)

A/n: So I’m just popping in real quick to update this story for my dear readers. I’ve had to go days racking my head about how I was going to go about the dynamic between you and a certain someone who you’ll meet right when you wake after getting kidnapped. Trying out some worldbuilding  and dropping lore here and there.

Masterlist | Part 6, Part 7 (you’re here!), Part 8 (not yet!)

There are three things one should know about before venturing into the port city of Agobury, especially if one is planning to stick around:

Provide something of worth, whether that be a valuable item, an enticing business proposal, or a warm body…

If your business has anything to do with the ports or the waters surrounding Agobury, your business is with the Marcet Port.

If your business does not have anything to do with the Marcet Port, your business is everyone else’s business.

Of those people one must worry about within the city, there are three prominent families to watch out for.

The first one, who supposedly reigns over the half of the city, is the Aurem-Diavolus Family, also known by their infamous moniker, the May Devils. Whether or not it’s true how much they own, no one has the manpower or the wealth or even sheer audacity to suggest otherwise.

“'Ey, Sis! That Ermine kid!”

“What the- How did he get out?” Lyn slams onto a button and yells into the intercom, “Don't let him escape!”

The second one to watch out for are the owners of all of the banks in Agobury. Every single one, regardless of name, is under the command of the Panthera Family. Only those who have been unfortunate enough to lose or stupidly gamble all of their money know them as the Blacklists. No bank account, no money. No money, no peace.

“Honey? Eris?” Ollie’s mother attempts to reason. “Do calm— Oh, heavens!”

“Oi, Eris! Calm down!” Ollie shouts. “You don't have to— Aw, shit.”

And the third family, the Ermines, whose name once sent shivers down even the sturdiest of spines throughout the city a decade ago, is now only known through faded whispers of tortured old witnesses. That being said, they are still very much alive and well, even in their meager numbers.

“Please, I have a—”

Crunch.

Rumors have that they have never felt the fear of death.

Eris drags the residue from the bottom of his blood-stained shoes across a clean part of the concrete floor. His eyes are feral, blown out to the point one could barely see the original green hue of his irises.

Click. Click click click click click.

Tiny red dots zoom in from outside towards the center of Eris’s head and heart from behind. A squad of armored soldiers bear their firearms, ready to pull the trigger at command. “Stand down, Ermine! Or we’ll be forced to engage.”

In response, Eris’s body is still, not even a twitch to be seen. His head slowly pivots on his neck as smoothly as a doll until his eyes meet the opaque visors of the tensed squad.

For a moment, everything stills. Everything quiets. The only sounds that can be heard are the beating of nervous hearts, shudders of shaky breaths, and the last gasps of fallen soldiers. Eris’s mouth slowly spreads into an unnervingly wide grin.

And then, he moves.

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One has to wonder if there is such a thing as a god or some force in the universe that has a cruel hobby of bringing the most pitiful souls all into a single place where demons are allowed to roam freely, all doomed to die tragically young…

And yet, interestingly, there are people who survive long enough to produce the next generation of unlucky souls to replace the city’s ever diminishing numbers— before they die due to some accident or “accident”, of course. The forsaken, the “les misérables”, the normies, etc. People who could not escape Agobury, even if they had all of the money and right connections in the world.

Unless, they are willing to give up their souls.

Crack. Shlurp. Munch munch. Gulp.

But some aren’t even lucky enough for that.

“Like you!” the young man sitting across from you chirps, cracking open another king crab leg with just his fingers and slurping up the juicy white and red meat. “Sho tewl me— Gulp— how did someone like you manage to capture the heart of one of the most dangerous men in our city, hm~?” he asks, pointing the empty shell towards you.

You narrow your eyes in response.

This guy… looks familiar… But anyway, how the heck would I know!?

All you’ve been doing all of your life has been minding your own damn business. Did you ever ask for your puppy-like ex, Lyn, to fall in love with you to the point of suffocation? No. Did you ever ask for that stupid Eris to weasel his way into your life? No. Did you ever ask for that damn Ollie to break into your home and steal your family portrait? No. Did you ever ask to be kidnapped, knocked out, get woken up in some fancy restaurant in who knows where, dressed up in some fancy attire that feels like heaven to be in but costs more than your monthly rent, and sat across some deranged criminal who suspiciously reminds you of that stupid Eris, currently enjoying a fresh plate of Alaskan king crabs like this is some normal date? HELL NO.

“Hey, less glaring, more talking,” he says, tossing the shell away in favor of debating over which of the colorful sashimi to eat first.

“Who are you, where are we, and what do you want from me?” you demand, slamming your hands on the table, wrapping your fingers around the fabric of the velvety white table cloth.

The stranger pops a piece of tuna sashimi into his mouth. “Tut tut tut, so many questions~ On second thought, you must be hungry. How about you just enjoy our dinner first, hm? Settle in… Then we’ll get back to my question. Sound good?”

You take in your surroundings. A fancy restaurant with crystal chandeliers all over the ceilings, blacked out windows framed with pulled-back thick cream drapes, and what you assume to be mahogany wooden floors. Classical music plays in the background by professionals with shiny, wooden instruments. Servers are waiting against the wall, occasionally glancing your way since the only diners here seem to be you and this weirdo. You look down at your own dish, a matching plate of seafood ranging from crabs to mollusks to fishes that could never grace the plate of your local diner, sparkling like gems from the ocean.

Crack. Crack crack crack.

You look up from your plate towards the noise. You find him holding a decorative rock to crack open an ridiculously large clam— why is he using a rock instead of the clam knife?

He looks up and says, “Jeez. C’mon, just eat. Eat and then we’ll talk.”

“.....” You look warily over the food.

“... It’s not poisoned, ya know? I need you alive.”

So he says… Well, if that’s the case for whatever reason, then why not? If you want to escape, you’ll need the energy. If you end up dying anyway, then at least you’ll die eating delicious, expensive food. You nod and begin devouring your plate.

Crunch. Shlurp. Gulp.

The crab legs are immaculately succulent, tender, and slightly sweet with a buttery flavor. The clams taste savory with a clean, earthy undertone that evokes the essence of the sea. The shrimps offer firm yet tender bites, with a delicate hint of natural sweetness from the sea, balanced by a clean, slightly briny undertone. The oysters—

“Wow. Are you an idiot?”

You manage to choke down the oyster meat that was just halfway down your throat before the insult could shock you entirely. You cough several times, hitting your chest with the side of your fist. “What?”

“Are you an idiot?” he repeats, throwing you an arrogant smirk as he finishes a handful of clams. “You don’t even know who I am— Crunch—, and whether or not— Shlurp— I’m telling the truth about— Gulp— poisoning your food, ya know? Why would you believe someone who kidnapped you?”

You wipe your mouth with the thick napkin on your lap. “... You would poison a perfectly good plate of super expensive seafood?” you ask, annoyed.

He purses his lips. “... Good point… B-B-BUT!” He wags a finger. “What if… I offered you this food in exchange for servitude, huh? You’ll be indebted to me for life, ya know! Didn’t you think about that?”

You think about it. Just for a moment. Then you realize that nothing would change from your situation anyway, working paycheck to paycheck. It makes you groan because thinking about something like that is a waste of time when your plate is still full of seafood to feed your stomach. How long have you been asleep anyway? It feels like it's been days and your stomach is a void that has been waiting to be filled.

You shrug and then continue feasting on your plate.

The stranger stares at you from across the table, flabbergasted at your nonchalance. He had ordered his men to kidnap you in broad daylight in front of your friends right in front of your workplace, knowing full well that Eris is locked up by the May Devils for the crimes he’s committed against them. Surely, someone of your mediocre lineage should be more… more aware of their predicament or something? Afraid, vulnerable, too scared to eat maybe? Anything! Unless you must be an idiot. Eris wouldn’t fall for some naive dummy like you, would he?

… Would he?

“... Hey…" He tries to get your attention.

Crunch. Shlurp. Gulp.

He attempts to get your attention again. “H-hey… !”

Your throat suddenly needs a cleanser. Luckily, there’s a glass of water you can throw back before you continue. Pretty good water, not gonna lie.

Crunch. Shlurp. Gulp.

His determination begins to falter. “... H-hey?”

You munch on the last morsel before it gets sent down to your overly-stuffed stomach. You wipe your mouth and throw the napkin onto the table, directing all of your energy into a glare towards him. “Done. Now talk.”

He looks at you, mouth slightly agape. “... I have never met an idiot like you,” he starts off.

“Right. Okay,” you answer sarcastically, rolling your eyes.. “So who are you, where are we, and what do you want from me?”

“Hey! I asked you first!”

“Fine.” You shrug. “To answer your question of how Eris came to be obsessed over me… Heck if I know. Can I go now?”

“What? No no no no!” he screeches as he stands up, hands slammed down on the table. “What do you mean by that? Tell me properly!”

“Like I said, heck if I know,” you answer, shrugging. “I honestly don’t know.”

“NO! You…” He points at you with an accusatory finger. “What exactly did you do to Eris to make him fall head over heels in love with you? That.. Bloodthirsty Weasel, Eris. Incarnate of Chaos, Eris. My older brother Eris. What did you do to him!? Drugs? Blackmail? What. Did. You. Do?”

Did I hear that right? No, no I couldn’t have.

You chew on the inside of your cheek as you try to make sense of this situation. “... Do I look like I can afford all that stuff? And blackmailing Eris? Please. I don’t even think he has a sense of shame.”

He grinds his teeth at you, still waiting for an answer you don’t have. Seeing as this is going nowhere, you shoot your questions again. “Listen. I don’t know what else to tell you. Since you know so much about me, how about you tell me who you are and where are we for a start? Maybe I might be more inclined to answer.”

His narrowed eyes relax after a few moments. He stands up straight, placing a hand over his heart. He dramatically takes a breath as if preparing to give a performance. He looks down at you with a confident smirk. “Good question. My name is Eren and I—”

“So you’re actually related to Eris?” you cut him off, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Don’t cut me off!” he shrieks, his face red. He calms down immediately and clears his throat, replacing his controlled smirk. “To answer your question, yes. Yes, I am. I am Eren Ermine, younger brother to the infamous Eris Ermine—”

Eren. Ren.

Your expressionless face reveals nothing but internally, a lightbulb goes off in your head and fills you with joy for connecting the dots. Then as fast as it had lit up, it fizzles and flickers off in disappointment as you realize yet another psycho has come after you because of your job. Or because of Eris. Whichever one. Great.

And since when did Eris have a relative? He never once mentioned this guy or anyone else— then again, he might’ve mentioned something about being the eldest son which does imply at least one younger sibling… They do look alike the more you look at him. Like brothers, basically, but Eris did say he was alone so could you blame- Oh! Now, you remember. He was that weird hooded guy Eris threw into a storage room at the hospital! What kind of relationship do they have? If you had siblings, you wouldn’t-

“Hey hey hey! I can see the glaze over your eyes. Pay attention!” Eren hisses at you, snapping his fingers over the table. “Jesus Christ! How can your mind be possibly anywhere else when you’re clearly in a hostage situation!?”

Well… it’s not the first time. “Sooorry,” you apologize, rolling your eyes. “Can’t help it. So you’re Eris’s younger brother. Good to know. Where are we exactly?”

“Wha- I- Ughhhh.” He groans into his hands. He sharply inhales with his eyes closed and exhales. “(Y/n), if you don’t do as I say, I will kill you. Got it?”

“Okay,” you answer. “So?”

“.....”

You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head, waiting for answers to your questions for the second time. You add a twirl of your hand as a visual gesture.

He blinks. “Are you an idiot?”

You sigh. “That’s the third time you asked. Do you want me to be an idiot?”

“... Are you messing with me right now?”

You shrug again. “Not really? Besides, didn’t you say you needed me alive?”

“I can easily change my mind!”

“Okay. So where are we?”

“.....” He grumbles to himself.

“... Well?” you prompt him.

“Humans are usually afraid in these situations…” he mutters underneath his breath before his eyes go wide. “Are you… not a human?”

“.....” Is he serious? you wonder.

“.....” He continues to stare. He seems serious.

“Last time I checked, I came out from a human,” you put it bluntly.

“.....” He squints his eyes and scrutinizes you.

“What? Don’t believe me?”

“No, sorry,” he covers his face and starts mumbling to himself, “That was a stupid question. I already have your birth certificate and…”

You can’t decide which brother is crazier, your stalker Eris who's obsessed with you for some reason, or his supposed younger brother Eren who also seems obsessed with you (or his brother) enough to kidnap and hold you hostage… and get ahold of your birth certificate for some reason. What exactly did you do to-

No. No wait. It’s not right to victim-blame. All of this started the day you let Eris stay that night… Gosh darn it! Why did you let him stay? You should’ve called the police instead of crying in his arms that night. Oh dear lord, it’s like that one pet video you watched where the owner got a pet, and then got another one so the first one wouldn’t get lonely, and then next thing you know, you got a third one, and then a fourth, and then a fifth one because—

“HEY!”

“Whaaat?” you drawl.

“AHHHH!” he whines, gripping his hair between fingers. “You have the attention span of a fly. A fly! I don’t understand what he sees in you!”

The way he’s shaking his head is creeping you out like some toddler throwing a tantrum. “Why don’t you ask him yourself if you’re so curious,” you suggest. “You’re brothers, aren’t you?”

He stops, head hanging. His fingers drop to his side before he suddenly slouches onto his chair, like a puppet whose strings have been cut. “I... I can’t,” he whispers.

“Huh?”

“I can’t!” he repeats, almost shrieking.

You place your hands back on the table and blink a few times, leaning forward in confusion. “Huh? You can’t? Why not?”

Eren looks away, sheepishly. He taps the tips of his fingers together. “He… He won’t talk to me anymore,” he pouts.

…..

If you weren’t sitting here under these terrible circumstances, you might’ve found Eren’s shy demeanor a bit cute. Kind of like Eris… but at this point, it just creeps you out how fast he goes from loud to controlled to being bashful all of a sudden.

“That… sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” you state, sitting back in your seat. “And nothing to do with me. Can I go home now?”

He shoots you a glare before his face softens as he suddenly walks around the table and places his hands upon your shoulders. You attempt to grab them with your hands but find your shoulders and arms stiff underneath his strength, reminding you of Eris’s own cuddling strength. “No no no no. You see, (Y/n)… I’ve noticed he hangs around you a lot. So… I’m proposing a deal~”

“Uh… ” 

“Or I’ll kill you,” he adds, a deranged smile on his face.

“I thought you said you needed me alive?” you repeat, as if trying to remind him.

“I know. But the more I think about it, you’d work wonderfully even if you’re dead.”

His face looks like it promises a very painful death. “O… kay. What’s the deal?” you ask.

“Good, good. If I know anything about my brother— and I know my brother—”

Oh okay, Mr. “I-don’t–understand-what-he-sees-in-yo” Ermine, you wish you could quip. But you keep quiet and let him continue.

“—he’s already on his way here. B-B-But!” He holds up a teasing finger. “He’ll have to go through me to get to you. Sooo I need you to be hidden away until I k- I mean, he finds you. Okay?”

… It’s not like I have a choice in the matter, do I? You gulp, but try to keep your voice steady. “He’s pretty strong.”

“Yeah? I know. I'm counting on that actually,” Eren says with a glint in his eye. “I'd like to see what our parents saw in him and finally get to… Hm~” He then releases you and takes a few steps back. “Guards! Take (Y/n) to the cargo hold. Make sure they can’t move, see, or speak. I don’t want to be interrupted.”

Before you can make a move or a peep, the waiters swiftly have your hands bound behind you with thick rope, eyes blindfolded and mouth bound, and a bag placed over your head to finish off before they carry you off like a writhing sack of potatoes down several hallways and down several flights of stairs, doing a number on your stuffed stomach, until they reach the destination and dump you onto the metal floor. They then bind your rope against some pole or column and then leave you alone with only the sounds of hidden cargo tapping the inside of their boxes with every rise and fall of… the ocean!?

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[Some time earlier…]

Drip… drip… drip…

“Mother, you know when I said that ‘I like living’. I love it to death, actually.”

“I didn’t raise you to sass me, kit,” Ollie’s mother hisses, pinching his cheek. “ … But I see your point.”

“Great.”

“Still,” she adds, “they do say all is fair in love and war.”

Ollie’s father nods.

One of Ollie’s eyes twitches. “First of all, again, I am not in love. And second of all, do you hear yourself, Mother? Do you want the entire family to turn on Eris, of all people. In Agobury?”

Ollie's mother’s jaw drops. ““Most certainly not! But I want you to be happy, Ollie. It’s a grand thing to be in love, after all~” she says, snuggling up with Ollie’s father. He nuzzles the top of her head with his cheek in reciprocation.

“Really? How can you still say that—,” Ollie gestures to the scene behind them with both hands. “—when Eris did this just to escape?”

The light-colored walls of the hallways are stained with splatters of crimson behind sitting corpses. Guts and bits of flesh litter the floor in pools of red. Broken equipment colored black lay scattered about as if a deranged artist had accidentally made a stroke of genius to give the viewer a place to rest their eyes in a painting called “The Red Massacre”.

Ollie’s mother chuckles. “Dear kit, if it weren’t for the Treaty, we couldn’t just be in charge of the banks. If you so wished, dear kit, you should know that our family would have your back… Even if it is up against Eris.”

Tap… tap… tap…

“... I had heard… things about him… but I had never expected…” a female voice trails off, making her way steadily through the red lakes.

The Panthera family turn towards Lyn, who looks at the scene with wide eyes. “Apologies for the lives of your men on Eris’s behalf, Lyn,” says Ollie. “When it comes to his lover, Eris can get a bit—”

“No, no, no. They were prepared to give their lives for the famiglia's security… “ Lyn says as her eyes catch something shiny within the puddles of blood.

She sticks her fingers into the pool and pulls out a band.

A ring.

A golden ring.

On the inside of the golden ring, engraved in Latin are the words, “Love you forever and always”...

“Why would…” Lyn’s voice fades as a lightbulb lights up so brilliantly in her mind that it proceeds to shatter into a million pieces.

Oh.

OH.

OH.

A gentle smile graces her lips as she rubs the blood off the ring on the black vicuna of her suit before pocketing it safely and turning towards Ollie.

“I think I can understand Eris's… reaction now. It seems that we need to find and punish whoever took Eris’s lover, don’t we?” she says, with venom underlaced. “It would be a shame if all of these men gave up their lives… for nothing,” she spits the last word.

A shiver runs up Ollie’s spine upon the sight of Lyn. Her normally empty brown irises are replaced with bloody halos, illuminated by the white of her scleras. Unnerving, paired with her angelic smile.

There used to be a saying in Agobury that every time a May Devil smiled, the world would fall to hell.

An exaggeration, a legend, a myth, perhaps a tall tale told to children nowadays to never cross a member of the May Devils, lest they wish to end up found torn apart and devoured by stray dogs in some dark alleyway, but the sight of Lyn now reminds Ollie of the fated day he had saved her on a whim. 

The May Devils have existed longer than any other family in this godforsaken city for a reason… and to think they prefer to align themselves in the public to family-friendly gentle dog breeds like golden retrievers or maremma sheepdogs.

Hah… there couldn’t possibly be a god with all of these dogs running about…

“You planning something, Lyn?” Ollie asks.

Lyn chuckles hollowly. “If you’re going to stop me-”

“I know better than to do that.”

“Good. I will need the Panthera’s help again.”

And so, Agobury’s top dog and cat have decided to join forces to chase after the weasel who is chasing after his younger brother who has spared nothing to keep you safely tucked away in a storage room.

Until next time…

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[Current]

“HEPH! HEPH! HEPH!”

You attempt to call for help, but no one answers. You have been abandoned. There is no one who will save you here.

…..

Stupid Eris. 

…..

Stupid Ollie.

…..

Stupid… Lyn…

You bang the back of your head against the pole. As if you can think about your lunatic ex who traumatized you to the point of making you adverse to free money in this economy right now!? You can’t even begin to consider pitting how bad being in that situation was against the situation you’re in now…

… Can you?

In the silent darkness, the pounding in your head starts to get louder and louder. And then you feel your heart start to beat against your eardrums faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster—

You don’t know how big this place is, but underneath the bag it seems small. Too small. Too small and stuffy. So stuffy, you can’t breathe properly, which means you can’t think properly. It’s suffocating. It’s suffocating here, in this small space. A small space in a ship that is in the middle of who knows where, which means  you can’t escape. You will have to wait for someone to get you out, but nobody knows you’re here, and if nobody knows you’re here, you’re trapped. Trapped all alone. All alone just like when you were trapped in that place with your ex. Except you had your ex that time, but this time you have no one. No one no one no one no one no one just like before—

“Shhhhh…” You feel a hand on top of your covered head. A sing-songy voice clears away all of your messy thoughts and slows down your heartbeat enough for you to take full, deep breaths. “Fear not, dear (Y/n). You… are going to be okay.”

[affableramen]

Just for funsies. How do you prefer them? 🤭

[snail-day]

Fox hybrid!Suguru is not excited you’re home. No. Of course not. Definitely didnt just spend the last thirty minutes rearranging his black tail to look fluffier. He didn’t scoot himself into the exact patch of golden sunlight that makes his luxuriously long hair shimmer just right. He definitely didn’t rehearse a line in his head like “Took you long enough.” (He ends up mumbling it anyway, muffled against his arm as he pretends to nap, you'd argue that he's just trying to hide his blush.)

And yet there's this distinct sound.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His big, fluffy tail betrays him. Again.

A groan into the pillow, yanking the blanket higher to try to hide it, because no, you don’t get to see him wagging like some mutt in love. That’s Satoru’s job. That’s always Satoru’s job.

Speaking of which, puppy hybrid!Satoru practically skids into the room, blue eyes wide and shimmering, hair mussed and heart so full it might explode. “You’re back!” he gasps, big white tail wagging furiously behind him as he scrambles into your arms. “I thought you died or something! It’s been hours!” He’s sniffing at your neck, pressing fluttery kisses to your cheeks, whining as he wraps himself around you. Sniff checking to ensure nobody other than them has touched you. He might seem like a lovesick fool but he's not above being territorial.

“You texted her three times in the last hour,” Suguru grumbles from the bed, arms crossed and face very much turned away, though you catch the flick of his tail under the blanket, tapping a rhythm like a drumbeat of excitement.

You finally peel Satoru off enough to stumble toward the bed, and Suguru immediately clears his throat, flipping onto his broad back like he hasn’t been waiting in that exact position.

“I guess you can lie here. If you want,” he mutters, eyes darting away like he’s annoyed, but the moment your body slots against his, his whole expression softens. Big muscular arms instinctively wraps around your waist. His nose nudges against your hair. His tail curls ever so gently over your thigh.

Then Satoru crashes in behind you with a huff, burrowing into your back with a sigh that sounds like he’s finally able to breathe again. “Missed you so bad,” he mumbles, voice trembling with sincerity. “Don’t wanna be alone when you’re not here. Makes me feel all broken and weird inside.” And under his breathe you can almost hear, please don't look at your underwear drawer. I was good I promise.

Suguru scoffs softly but doesn’t argue.

Instead, he tugs the blanket up around your shoulders, presses his lips to your forehead, and murmurs, “Don’t leave us for so long, okay?”

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Wolf and the Rabbit

Male Alpha Wolf Hybrid Tsundere x Male Omega Bunny Hybrid Reader CW: Mildly dubious consent (Not the sex but other actions), consensual sex, knotting, being chased, pheromones, a/b/o, biting, scent marking, scent kink, underarm kink, huffing underwear, masturbation Word Count: 2k (This was written at the request of a good friend who wished to remain anon, I hope you all enjoy it. If you REALLY love it feel free to tip me at the link in my pinned post or even commission me.)

City life had gotten unbearable. The constant bills and dead-end job. The hustle and bustle of the environment. Traffic and construction. It had all just become far too much. It was suffocating and oppressive. You clearly needed a change.

And what better place for a bunny hybrid like you to live than in a nice forest. You saved up your money and sold many of your possessions to buy a nice burrow under a great oak tree.

It was everything you had hoped for. The burrow was the size of a small house. A bedroom, bathroom, living room, and small kitchen. Outside, there were plenty of wooded areas for you to forage, and clear spots near the burrow entrance allowed you to grow crops. Lettuce and carrots were a must.

One sunny day, after you had finished unpacking the last of your boxes, you decided you should explore the edges of your property. You hummed to yourself as you went along, putting any food you found in a basket. You had amassed a sizable amount of dandelion greens.

Suddenly, your ears perked up, and your nose wiggled. Something was off... you felt like you were in mortal peril...

You heard a snarl and bolted. You could hear footsteps giving chase behind you, but you didn't dare look. In no time, your pursuer caught up to you and pushed you to the forest floor. You tried to crawl away, but he flipped you over on your back, giving you a view of him for the first time.

A growling wolf man.

He leered down at you with cold eyes of steel, the blue-grey fur on his ears and tail bristling. He was much larger than you were, fairly chubby but also very muscular. His scent was that of an alpha.

“Think you can just wander into my territory and get away from me, creampuff!? No, I gotta teach you a lesson!”

Tears streamed from your eyes as you stared at his bared fangs. You were sure he had gone feral and was going to rip you to shreds. You futilely stammered out some pleas and protests. He rolled his eyes and pinned you down, putting you into a bit of a chokehold as he rubbed your head into his underarm. He continued this until you thoroughly reeked of his scent and then got off of you with a grunt and left.

“There, now you know my scent, I’m Lupin, and this is my territory, don’t come near it again!”

“I-I’m…” You muttered your name to him as he walked away, though you didn’t know why you bothered.

He hadn’t been trying to do anything sexual to you. You were an omega, but he told himself that he wasn’t interested. He was above all that and valued his solitude above all else. But as he left, he had to conceal a massive boner. That night thoughts of hunting you down and marking you all over with his smell haunted him. He had no choice but to masturbate to the thought.

The incident had a similar effect on you. You started producing quite a bit of slick. Once he had shown he had no interest in harming you, his scent became erotically stimulating, and it clung to you heavily. Of course you knew that it was not a sexually charged act and that he had only marked you because you had violated his property, but you couldn’t help jerking your cock and slipping your fingers into your slick lubed hole while thinking of him hunting, marking, and fucking you.

You just couldn’t stay away. You did for a few days, but you couldn’t resist your fantasies. So inevitably, you found yourself “accidentally” out of the bounds of your property line.

It didn’t take long for Lupin to descend upon you. He hadn’t been far, and he could detect your omega pheromones easily. It surely wasn’t because he had been brooding near the shared border of your properties in hopes that you would come by again.

You zipped away, and once more, he gave chase. This time, you knew who was there and didn’t have the same type of fear and were much more clear-headed. Your evasive skills were better as a result. The both of you enjoyed the hunt immensely. The thrill of catching and dominating you spurred him on while the rush of resistance and submission drove you.

This time, when he caught you, he made a big show of acting frustrated and annoyed at the very notion that you would dare to invade his space a SECOND time. Clearly, he had not properly put you in your place.

Feeling a bit more resistant than you did during the first encounter, you just huffed and turned away from him.

“Stubborn fucker.”

Then he did the same as he had done the first time but finished by removing his shirt and scenting it by rubbing it all over his sweaty body before forcing you to wear it. It was far too large and looked rather comical on you and steeped you in his scent even more thoroughly than you already had been.

You blushed and looked away, trying to seem undaunted as he pointed and laughed at the sight while trying not to make it apparent that seeing you in his clothing while wearing his scent wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever encountered.

He quickly left, leaving you to deal with the growing pool of slick that was soaking your pants. The wolf-man only waited until he was out of sight before he whipped out his cock and started fervently jerking off. Similarly, you didn’t make it home either before you had to pleasure yourself.

It quickly became a favorite game for both of you. You'd enter his domain and act like it wasn't on purpose, and he'd chase you away and act super annoyed when he finally caught and marked you. You'd hurl insults at him and tell him he stank, and he'd call you an idiot with no common sense.

And when the other was out of sight, you'd each fervently tend to your arousal.

Though one time when you went seeking to get scent marked, he was curiously absent. He had gone to a little marketplace where all the nearby forest dwellers gathered to trade and purchase wares. No one had told you about it yet. Lupin had a stall where he peddled foraged items and wood carvings he made.

As you ventured deeper and deeper into his land, you made sure to make a lot of noise, even resorting to straight-up shouting insults. You were about to give up and turn back when you stumbled upon his house.

It didn't appear that anyone was home, though, so you were still going to leave... right after you walked around outside a bit so he would know you had been there. Just to annoy him.

While you walked around a bit, you noticed a captivating smell. His smell. Though not very fresh, it still made you leak a bit of slick. It was wafting from an open window. You knew you should have just ignored it and that what you were doing was a massive violation, but like a moth to a flame, you climbed right in anyway.

Your sensitive nose found the source of his scent immediately, a dirty close hamper with some recently worn boxers on top. So you did what any omega bunny close to heat would do... you grabbed his boxers and put the crotch to your nose and inhaled deeply before shedding your clothes and wiggling into his warm covers.

They smelled of him too.

You continued to huff his under garment as you began to wank your cock desperately, his scent sending you fully into heat a bit earlier than expected. You alternated between slipping fingers into your naturally lubed hole and playing with your cock, but nothing satisfied you.

The self pleasure session must have lasted over an hour by the time it was interrupted by Lupin opening his room to the sight of you entirely debauched, your cum on your belly, slick pooling on his sheets, and his underwear in your hand. You stopped immediately when he entered and stated at him wide-eyed in an expression of fear mingled with surprise.

After a long silence, the wolf man finally spoke up, "What the fuck do you think you're doing you gross little weirdo!??"

The room was filled with the smell of your lust charged omega pheromones, he feigned a look of abhorrence while hoping his rapidly hardening cock didn't make a noticeable bulge in his pants.

You were blushing with embarrassment and a bit out of it due to your heat, but you managed to collect yourself.

"I was coming over to bug your grumpy ass when I went into heat... and well... even your disgusting smell will do when I'm desperate..."

The two of you traded insults, and he got slowly closer as the two of you did so.

"Your musk is really inadeq-"

He stuffed your face in his armpit before pulling away and getting into the bed with you. Your mind was fuzzy as your heat and a direct dose of his alpha pheromones claimed your senses.

"I don't... want your smelly dick in me... but it'll help my heat, so..."

You turned away, blushing even more deeply than previously as you spread your legs for him.

"Well, I don't want to either... but whatever gets you to stop being so needy and out of my bed..."

Your hole was so lubed and well prepped by your own fingers that he slid in every inch of his thick cock into you effortlessly. You shuddered as he entered you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he nibbled at your neck while he fucked you.

"Heh, such a needy slut. You take me pretty well, though."

You scoffed half-heartedly at the comment.

Lupin flung your legs over his shoulders and forced you into a mating press before pounding into you in earnest. You, at least in the moment, abandon all pretense of not wanting it. As does he.

A loud moan escapes you as you cum hard, he isn't far behind and instinctively bites your neck as he knots you. The two of you lay panting a moment before he started grinding his knot back and forth within you. You went several more rounds, until you both were sore and barely conscious. The two of you found yourselves passed out within one another’s embrace.

You both awoke the net morning roughly at the same time. Each of you hardening your expression when you remembered you’re supposed to hate each other.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I let you put that gross knot in me!”

Hey! Don’t act like the victim here you fucking freak, you came into my house and got your slick and pheromones everywhere! It clouded my brain. Fuck look at the mess you made!”

You scrambled out of the covers to get your clothes on as he did the same before hopping out of the bed, your little cotton tail wagging in annoyance.

“Well what the fuck ever, I have to go!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let the door hit you on your way out…”

You made for the door as he asked under his breath, “Same time next month…?”

You had already shut the door behind you by the time you had registered what he had asked. You opened the door briefly to give your response.

“Yes please.”

You then slammed the door, feigning anger, and headed home for a much needed shower. You blushed and grinned like an idiot the entire way back.

[specialgradefckr]

Cutest Girl Alive~

tw: explicit content. brat!reader, gojo is not a brat tamer he is a brat enjoyer, hate sex vibes, very very tsundere!reader, gojo is hilariously oblivious about how annoying he is, reader is kinda mean (not without reason...)

satoru gojo who just doesn't know what your problem is.

he really doesn't! suguru doesn't believe him, of course, but it's true - he didn't do anything. at least not anything that would warrant you asking if his "inbred, illiterate ass is too important to file a report".

ichiji said it was just because his paper backlog made things difficult for everybody. but the inbreeding comment was uncalled for!

his mom is super hot, though. he told you as much, and offered to set up a date, just in case you swung the other way.

unfortunately, the only thing that swung was your hand against his face, which didn't make contact, but it still hurt his feelings!

(you'd looked him dead in the eye. "good." walked away.)

and that wasn't just an isolated incident!

he'd caught you at the vending machine, bent over. satoru had politely refrained from slapping your ass and loudly announced how hot it was.

perfect gentleman!

whereupon you had turned around, smiling tightly, and offered him the soda.

"see," he teased, cracking it open, "i knew you could be nice if-"

the soda sprayed all over his face. your smile looked a little looser, a little realer, and your laugh - while awful and wicked - had been terribly adorable.

when he started to laugh with you, though, you just glared. rolled your eyes, and walked off in the middle of the conversation.

and just. random moments! your face falls into an admittedly cute pout (suguru says it's a grimace) whenever he walks into the room.

"how's your day been?"

"good, until you got here."

like, he's not crazy here. you're just being mean.

honestly, it's kind of funny. or it would be funny, if it didn't kind of hurt a little.

suguru doesn't get the same kind of response. when he begs, pleads, and bribes suguru into asking you what you don't like about him -

"if i had to say... everything."

whereupon suguru had burst out laughing.

mean!

but that's the thing, though. you were nice to suguru, to everyone else.

you're not a bitch. you're a bitch to him.

he's special.

you don't treat anybody else like this.

why is that, satoru ponders. why do you especially dislike him?

suguru says it's his shitty personality. joke's on suguru because his best friend has been some guy with a shitty personality for about a decade now! loser.

anyways, he comes up with a plan. he texts you from another phone and number, something perfectly random and polite. a picture of a cat he found on the street.

(you love cats so you'll definitely respond. he knows because he's been popping in on you for several weeks now. it's not stalking because he doesn't follow you! and that was so rude of suguru to say!)

the conversation that follows is perfectly pleasant. sweet, even. he enjoys it, right up until -

mean girl <3: hey could you do me a huge favor actually? satoru gojo: anything 4 u kitten!! mean girl <3: kill yourself gojo

his number is blocked.

whoops. wow. do you have a built in satoru gojo detector or something? what is he missing? what gave him away???

suguru looks over the texts and just stares at him blankly at the question.

"well? what could have clued her in?"

"oh, god... satoru, if you can't tell, just forget about it. and stop trying to fool her."

he probably should. stop, that is.

he's not following you but he's definitely teleporting into places he knows you'll be. trying to run into you. constantly. daily. hourly, even.

he likes to stay updated on all your missions. your favorite restaurants. maybe he watches you a little.

there's just something that draws him in. your quick wits, your derision. the way you look at him with all that fire.

you want to laugh at him. he wants to laugh with you.

and yeah, he gets rock hard when you yell at him. he'd let you slap him but you don't bother trying anymore after hitting his infinity that one time. bummer.

it's a late summer evening - sun still up, orange on the horizon. he's stuck filling out reports, you're stuck grading papers.

in silence, as always. you'd never speak to him unless it was to insult him.

"hey," satoru says all the sudden, "you wanna fuck?"

the silence that fills the room is colder, harder -

"are you fucking serious?" insulted, outraged - that's about what he expected.

but... if he looks with the six eyes... if he glances at your sympathetic nervous system, if he squints really hard and swears three times over, maybe he can convince himself -

"you're not totally against the idea, are you?" he draws himself up from the table, smirking.

hooking a finger in his blindfold like he's trying to remind you just how long they are.

you stare at him.

"dead serious," he confirms, "right here right now. i can be fast."

"i don't doubt it." oooh, there's that bite again, "i doubt i'd enjoy it."

his smile bares teeth.

"wanna bet?"

and fuck, just look at you now. look at you!

with all six eyes he is. and satoru likes what he sees.

hunched over, teary eyed. face bright red. you used to scowl at him with that face, that pretty face, all hard lines and snarled lips -

and look at you now! so cute and precious and soft! so sweet he wants to take a bite out of you.

you even yelp, adorably, when he nips at the inside of your thigh. sensitive, twitchy.

he's dizzy with it. with the taste of you, of your cum. your high pitched little whimpers in his ears are still ringing in his ears, along with your mean retorts.

"where's your smart mouth now, baby?" he teases, lips glossy with your slick.

and god, it's even fucking hotter watching you try to glare while blushing and trembling and blinking away tears of overstimulation.

"sh-shut up and put your dick in me, gojo," you bite out, "if you even know how."

you jolt when he kisses your cunt, looking you in the eyes while he does it.

"awh, you poor thing," he cooes, crawling up your chest to go face-to-face, even as another hand goes to dig his cock out of his pants, "so impatient."

he can tell it riles you up. that you don't know what to do, trapped in his gaze.

"fuck off, gojo."

"i'll fuck you," he says with a snicker, kissing your throat. like he knows you won't let him kiss your lovely little pouty face.

how could he not have seen it before?

(well, he had his blindfold on for one. but the principle of you being unsettled by your attraction towards him still stands!)

he lines himself up, nice and easy. feels your unsteady hands reach, cling to his shoulders, and that's almost as hot.

you look down to avoid his gaze, but then your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. huge and pink and throbbing.

"yummy, right?" he croons, "you can have a taste after if you want. you're so sweet, you deserve a lick or two."

you make this sharp gasp, the most adorable, helpless noise, your whole body jerking as he plunges into you, and satoru nearly cums just from that.

cute. cute cute cute cute so fucking cute he's gonna go crazy.

he bites at the place your shoulder meets your neck just to sate himself. soft skin, tender flesh. salty and slick from sweat.

you melt in his mouth. around his dick. whimpering and sniffling and mewling little demands.

"get on with it, gojo, fuck, is this your first time - "

"first time fucking a cunt this wet?" he purrs between sucking marks on your neck, "yeah, baby. it's crazy, how much you want me."

"you went down on me for like," another high-pitched squeak as he nips your ear, "t-ten minutes, dumbass. of course i'm wet!"

your hands claw at him, trembling just like your voice.

he shoves himself in, all the way to the hilt, disintegrating any coherence you had left. all you can do is cry out, wailing when his long fingers brush over your poor, swollen, tender clit.

"awh, baby, you can take it," he croons. his heart does a little delighted flutter when he sees your (utterly kissable) lips purse in annoyance, only to fall apart again when he pumps back into you.

"run out of nasty things to say, huh, baby?" satoru swears he can feel your pretty little clit twitching and pulsing at his touch, just like his cock throbs inside you.

his eyes glitter as he thrusts in and out. god, your hot fucking body tensing and shuddering against him, the exhaustion warring with pleasure and aggravation on your face.

there's not a single part of you that isn't utterly fixated on him. in this moment he's the most important thing in your world.

and it's glorious. your cunt is clenching him like a vice, unraveling him almost as far as he's already unwound you. little moans spill from your mouth, music to his ears.

that face, god, that fucking gorgeous face that's always frowning at him. so pretty now.

"look at you," he pants, close so close, "god, you're - such a bitch all the time - you just needed a good fucking, huh?"

satoru snatches your face by the jaw, looking you straight in the eyes.

they're all wet and messy and a little bit red. he's so close he has to press hard, fast circles into your clit to get you closer, closer -

"f-fuck," you sob, "fuck, hngh, you-"

he licks your tears off your cheeks, "just needed some good cock, huh? that's all it takes to shut your mean little mouth?"

clawing at his back. he feels you squeezing him for all he's worth, milking him -

"fuck, i'm cumming," he groans, bursting hot and liquid in your tight cunt.

you gulp down heavy, airy breaths. delicate noises as you tremble in his arms.

fuck, you're so gorgeous. satoru lays you back, your lashes fluttering, face flushed, spread out on the desk all limp and exhausted.

his ravished beauty. his little spitfire.

"see," he cooes, cupping your cheek, "all sweet for me now that you're filled with my cum. see how nice it feels when you're good for me?"

your hands shoot up, slapping his hand away, covering your face.

"your mouth is literally only good for eating pussy."

he laughs, leaning in to hold you against him. "and yours is only good for talking shit."

"maybe if you weren't such an asshole you'd know better." you snap, pulling back, sliding him out of you with a little gasp that gets his cock twitching again.

he whines at the loss of you, "awh, come on, don't be like that."

you roll your eyes. it's pretty incredible how well you're composing yourself, fixing your clothes and hair. taking a deep breath as you pointedly ignore his pestering and prepare to leave.

his bitchy, pretty baby. so much less intimidating when he's seen you moaning and cumming in his mouth - but he thinks you're even more adorable now.

"i gave you more than your fair share of orgasms, didn't i? show me what else it's good for~" he sings, staring at you the whole time.

you ignore him until you're dressed again. glancing at him from the corner of your eye. turning away.

"...next week after class." you say, stopping just before you leave, "i don't like owing people."

"heh." satoru watches you dart out the door, shutting it briskly behind you, smiling to himself.

maybe you thought he couldn't see it - as if he isn't always watching your face - but just before you left, he could tell.

the faintest dusting of pink on your cheeks...

you really are the cutest girl alive, huh?

(megumi tells him to stop whistling that day - he doesn't stop for an entire week.)

[msfantasy-anime]

Foolish Love-Bug

Buggy x Reader

Summary: Enamoured with Y/n, Buggy had acted quite foolishly in front of her. Whilst Buggy remains firm that he has no interests, this only spurs the crew to recount all of his embarrassing moments

Part II

“I said I don’t like her!” Buggy raged, his over defensiveness doing anything but convincing the crew. The Roger pirates burst in a cacophony of laughter which echos through the dark forest. The bondfire continues to rage and crackle, small ambers floating away from the camp towards the night sky. Some of the crowd slapping their knees, some wheezing and some cackling erratically. The resolute hysterics spur Buggy’s frustrations, the tips of his ears turning red along with the apples of his cheeks and the blaring red nose. “Yeah well— screw you guys! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Buggy protests, stomping towards the log to take his seat back in front of the bonfire.

“Are you kidding me? What about that time you put on a grand performance for Y/n? All it took was her praises to make you trip over overboard. She ended up diving in to fish out your sorry ass.” Shanks reminisces.

The crew continued to burst out laughing.

“That was all part of the act! Ever heard of engaging the crowd?!” Buggy protests. The absolute denial spilling from their favourite clown only made the crew determined to have Buggy acknowledge his feelings.

“Oh yeah? Then why did you turn red that one time Y/n fixed your collar?” Rayleigh asked to which Buggy turned stiff.

“That-t-t was just because … it tickled!” Buggy denies.

“And that time some local flirted with her so you stood up and punched him?” Crocus questions a bemused smile pressed upon his face.

“I was just defending a ladies honour! I’m a chivalrous gentleman!” Buggy replies making the crew groan.

“Punching a man for saying Y/n is beautiful is not a good reason to go knocking someone out.” Crocus murmurs, turning back to his malty drink, becoming disinterested in their endeavours.

At this point Buggy would die alone still denying his very evident feelings.

“And the massive ring you stole for her?” Oden asks, thinking he finally corned Buggy.

“I got it for free! Figured Y/n would wear it more than me!” Roger burst out into hearty laughter, his toothy smile beaming.

“And when you told her you loved her?” Roger asks making the crew gasp. They were not aware of this development.

Is it true that their little Buggy finally admitted it?

“AS A FRIEND!” Buggy defends making the crew split between a chorus of laughter and groans.

A branch snaps in the bushes, the figure of two young ladies submerging from the shrubbery.

“I could hear your laughter all the way from the look at point. What was so funny?” You question, sauntering past the drunk crew, taking a seat between Buggy and Shanks. Whilst Toki went and sat next to Oden.

“Buggy was just telling us some funny stories.” Shanks answers, handing you a skewer from the campfire.

“Oh yeah? Sounded more like you were giving Love-Bug a hard time.” You state Buggy’s new nickname making the crew belt in hysterical laughter.

Buggy stares off cluelessly making you return a smirking smile back to him.

It even seems that the woman Buggy loves is clued in more than Buggy himself.

[sugarwarachan]

andy's notes: re-watching wbk and having such intense brainrot, nfsw, mdni you know the drill

touchstarved!sakura who doesn’t understand why his body acts like a divining rod with you, always swinging in your direction, begging for attention

touchstarved!sakura who goes red as a tomato at the mere suggestion of touch. poor boy can’t even think about hugging you without immediately getting hard

touchstarved!sakura who goes still as stone the first time you take your hand in his, brain clanging like a bell at how mind-bogglingly soft and warm your skin is (he does not go home and think about your hand on his dick, absolutely not)

touchstarved!sakura who touches you like you’re made of glass, each caress of skin on skin a miracle in his eyes

touchstarved!sakura who actually whines into your neck the first time you wrap your hand around him, begging you to slow down before he finishes all over your fingers

touchstarved!sakura who goes boneless and pliant after he cums, shifting you in his lap and kissing you sweetly. “promise i’ll return the favor after my brain turns back on”

[digitalwavemedia]

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